Dear, Soul!!

Forget

A boisterous voice rang out from Mikayla's room. I don't know what else made her daughter cry at the beginning of the day. Fauzi, who was still wearing an apron, turned off the stove and stepped towards his daughter's room.

Since Fauzi knew what Salwa was suffering from, Fauzi no longer allowed Salwa to cook or do any homework that could endanger his wife. The morning before leaving for work, Fauzi will cook first and do other jobs that his wife can not do anymore.

But clearly Salwa still often to the kitchen when his memory touches him as a housewife who must do such household activities. Fauzi who could not immediately ban his wife, finally accompanied whenever Salwa forced to cook. But still Fauzi will close the gas line when going to work, just vigilance if Salwa suddenly intends to cook.

Fauzi quickened his pace, as Mikayla's cries became more pronounced.

“What's the matter dear?” Tanya Fauzi approached her daughter who was crying beside her mother.

“Papi.”

Mikayla ran over to Fauzi, hugging him tightly at Fauzi's feet before Fauzi lowered her head and held her daughter in her arms.

“Mikayla, don't fuss. Quickly put on his clothes, later you are late”

Salwa with her slightly high tone, even more frightened Mikayla and turned to hug Fauzi.

“What's the matter, baby? Why is that angry like that the same Mikayla. You made Mikayla afraid”

Fauzi himself was shocked to hear his wife speak in such a high tone. Fauzi had never heard Salwa until she spoke in such a high tone to Mikayla.

“Mikayla is finicky. It's noon, and he won't wear his clothes. Later can be late to school”

Fauzi tried to stare at his daughter who was still tightly hugging her neck.

“Darling, why aren't the clothes on? That's Mami already dressed her shirt”

“Ba-had wrong Papi.” Mikayla replied with a gasp.

Fauzi looked back at the clothes Salwa was holding, and matched the skirt Mikayla was wearing.

Fauzi just let out a long breath. What else was on his mind, he prepared a different uniform with his skirt, which made Mikayla refuse and cry after being slightly snapped by Salwa. Fauzi was no longer as astonished as before if there were mistakes like this.

Fauzi gently rubbed his forehead, walking with Mikayla still in her arms. Approaching Salwa and, as usual, giving understanding to his wife.

“Darling, not this shirt. You see Mikayla's skirt? Not this shirt mate”

Salwa looked at the clothes she was holding, then turned her gaze to look at the skirt Mikayla was wearing.

“Not this??” Salwa asked with a puzzled expression.

“Not darling.”

Fauzi stepped up, picking up a pair of clothes with the skirt Mikayla was wearing.

“This pair. You look? The color is the same, right?”

Salwa, who was getting more and more slow to understand something, repeatedly stared at the skirt Mikayla was wearing, switched to the clothes she was holding, and the clothes Fauzi was holding.

“Ah yes.. I took the wrong shirt” Gumam Salwa.

Salwa put down the clothes she was holding, and grabbed the clothes Fauzi was holding.

“This is dear, the shirt is not wrong anymore.” Salwa to Mikayla. But Mikayla who was already shocked, reluctant to return to her mother, Mikayla increasingly tightened her embrace on Fauzi.

“Maafin Mami dear, earlier Mami took her clothes wrong. Now the shirt is right.”

Salwa was still trying to persuade Mikayla, who would not want to take off her father's embrace, but Mikayla did not want to.

“Sayang.. My mom took her real clothes. Now wear the clothes yes, later Mikayla is late to school” Fauzi coaxed Mikayla

“Mikayla fears Papi, Mami grumpily” Replied Mikayla still hugs tightly Fauzi.

“Dear sister, Mommy is not angry anymore, here son.”

Salwa continued to persuade Mikayla, but Mikayla remained perched, hugging Fauzi tightly.

“Honey, the shirt is right. There to Mami, later you are late to school.”

“Ma-mami angry. Mikyla scared.”

Salwa gasped to listen to her daughter's words. Slowly his eyes began to glaze over. For the first time, her daughter was afraid of her.

“Maafin Mami son, mami is no longer angry. Mami won't be angry with Mikayla anymore. Maafin Mami..”

Salwa sobbed, unable to hold back her feelings as Mikyla continued to reject her. Fauzi himself felt very sad to see his wife, but could not also force the still frightened Mikayla.

Mikyla turned around to hear her mother's sobs.

“Sini darling.”

Refer Salwa by extending his hand.

Mikayla took off her embrace from Fauzi, grabbed her mother's hand and moved to Salwa's sling.

“Pardon Mami son, forgive Mami for scaring you. Sorry Mami for wrong take tjem”

Salwa hugged the princess tightly.

“Mami don't be mad at Mikayla anymore, Mikayla is afraid of Mami..”

“ya Dear, yes. mami will not be angry again. Mami loves Mikayla”

Salwa gave her daughter a deep kiss with her tears still dripping.

Almost every day, Fauzi finds new plays by Salwa, over the control of her brain that can no longer make her think rationally as usual.

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Since Salwa was unwell, Fauzi always finished his work faster than before in order to get home early. Fauzi didn't even use his break and lunch hours. He only focused on his work, so that everything could be finished early and Fauzi could approach his wife more quickly at home.

Fauzi was ironing the clothes he was going to wear tomorrow, also preparing Mikayla's clothes to look neat at school. The work that he had never done before, because Salwa always painstakingly prepared clothes for her husband and children neatly. However, given Salwa's current state of disrepair, Fauzi no longer allowed Salwa to do some of the household chores she deemed dangerous, including ironing. Fauzi did not want his wife to harm herself with the heat produced by the iron.

“Sayang.” call Salwa.

Fauzi moved from his activities, not forgetting to turn off the iron before approaching his wife.

“Why baby?” Ask Fauzi from behind the door.

Salwa again cleaned the closet. It became a routine activity that he did these past few days. Not once a day, but three to four times a day Salwa took out the contents of his closet and reassembled it.

Salwa activities that Fauzi never reprimanded. Generally, odd or wrong things that Salwa does, Fauzi will reprimand him, but not by cleaning this closet. Fauzi thinks, by cleaning the wardrobe every day, Salwa is a little trained to do something neat, separate the clothes according to the type and separate the clothes for her as a woman, and Fauzi clothes. And again, it is safer to do Salwa so that it makes him not minded to do the no-no.

“Take me that. anu.. nggg... i-ituu.

Salwa is confused, she does not know what to tell Fauzi to say what he wants.

“What's dear?”

“It...worn.”

“Download what a dear.”

“Ck, you don't know. That's what you usually hold as well”

“A kind of fabric?” Fauzi asked, as Salwa was tidying up her clothes.

“Not..that's a.that's like gini.”

Salwa described something with her hands, trying to tell Fauzi what she meant.

“Sweep hands?”

“Not.”

“Shirt? Pants?”

“Not.. the kayak.” Salwa was silent for a moment. “What's it like?” tanyanya herself was confused. “I want to ask what the hell was.” impulsive movement Salwa scratched his head that is not itchy, indicating he who is confused.

“Right so. I forgot what to ask.”

Salwa averted her eyes, and returned busy tidying up the clothes that were scattered in front of her.

“You don't know what to ask?”

Salwa just nodded her head at Fauzi's question, making Fauzi realize that something that became an eraser in his wife's head, is growing now.

Fauzi's tears welled up in his eyes, seeing the state of his wife who was slowly losing her verbal ability.

“Yaudah, I'm back in the study. If there's anything, or need something, call me again.”

Fauzi wiped his tears, and tried to smile. If Salwa suddenly turned around, it would not make Salwa see her tears.

“Iya.”

Fauzi turned and stepped back to continue the ironing activities that had been delayed earlier.

His tears spilled, once again his mind was tormented to see the state of his wife.